She was the most beautiful ship to have ever been moored in this port. Her sleek lines and well proportioned curves had me in awe of her majesty.
Day after day I returned to her mooring and dreamed fanciful dreams of how she’d sail, how she’d cut through even the roughest of seas at my control. It was as if she called to me.
Then one day a young bold captain stood proudly upon her deck. He took the wheel firmly and let out her sails ready to navigate her to new horizons.
I watched as the most beautiful ship to ever dock in this harbour, sailed away never to be seen again. But I still, and always shall, remember her.